[She'd fallen asleep next to the bed in the chair, she just..hadn't wanted to leave him alright? And immediately once she heard the jerk, her eyes snapped open and she was right over there adjusting the bed and frowning.] Ollie? Can you hear me?
[Whether or not he was able to hear her as she spoke, it was clear she wasn't going to get a verbal response from him. Oliver's body was convulsing hard. Against the mattress, his back arched and slammed down again, fingers and toes twisting and face grimacing as he felt himself without breath.]
[This is where the nurse in her came in handy and not freaking out. She did everything she could to stop it - doing those nursely things (forgive mun, it's late and she is kinda of the sick today) to help him breathe and calm him down. She was far more worried then scared]
[Sam is awake in a heartbeat, moving next to his brother's bed. Instantly, years of training kick in. He moves the younger man onto his side after checking to see if there's anything on his bed that might cause him to choke or otherwise hurt him. He next quickly places a pillow under his head. After that is done, he moves back. There's not much else he can do.]
[Oliver is even more thankful for Sam's quick action, since he remains conscious throughout the entire ordeal. It certainly looks like a seizure, but his eyes stay open and he stares into the darkness of the room. Unable to breathe, he knows he needs not to panic and just to let it pass, but it's difficult for him to do. His body stretches and muscles twist for a painful few moments before suddenly he goes slack. Sucking in quiet, heavy breaths he gasps and his shoulders shake.]
[He watches in silence, the fear never really reaching his eyes. He'd learned howto put that mask on years ago, and doing so now was like a second skin. He found being calm instead of overtly emotional tended to calm others in turn. As the tremors stopped, he went to get his phone from the night stand and quickly dialed 911. When that was done, he climbed into bed with his brother and pulled him close to him.]
You fucking scared me, Ollie. [His voice is quiet, and thick with the fear that never touched his face.] You're not allowed to die. Not you, too.
[She'd fallen asleep next to the bed in the chair, she just..hadn't wanted to leave him alright? And immediately once she heard the jerk, her eyes snapped open and she was right over there adjusting the bed and frowning.] Ollie? Can you hear me?
[Whether or not he was able to hear her as she spoke, it was clear she wasn't going to get a verbal response from him. Oliver's body was convulsing hard. Against the mattress, his back arched and slammed down again, fingers and toes twisting and face grimacing as he felt himself without breath.]
[This is where the nurse in her came in handy and not freaking out. She did everything she could to stop it - doing those nursely things (forgive mun, it's late and she is kinda of the sick today) to help him breathe and calm him down. She was far more worried then scared]
[Sam is awake in a heartbeat, moving next to his brother's bed. Instantly, years of training kick in. He moves the younger man onto his side after checking to see if there's anything on his bed that might cause him to choke or otherwise hurt him. He next quickly places a pillow under his head. After that is done, he moves back. There's not much else he can do.]
[Oliver is even more thankful for Sam's quick action, since he remains conscious throughout the entire ordeal. It certainly looks like a seizure, but his eyes stay open and he stares into the darkness of the room. Unable to breathe, he knows he needs not to panic and just to let it pass, but it's difficult for him to do. His body stretches and muscles twist for a painful few moments before suddenly he goes slack. Sucking in quiet, heavy breaths he gasps and his shoulders shake.]
[He watches in silence, the fear never really reaching his eyes. He'd learned howto put that mask on years ago, and doing so now was like a second skin. He found being calm instead of overtly emotional tended to calm others in turn. As the tremors stopped, he went to get his phone from the night stand and quickly dialed 911. When that was done, he climbed into bed with his brother and pulled him close to him.]
You fucking scared me, Ollie. [His voice is quiet, and thick with the fear that never touched his face.] You're not allowed to die. Not you, too.
[She'd fallen asleep next to the bed in the chair, she just..hadn't wanted to leave him alright? And immediately once she heard the jerk, her eyes snapped open and she was right over there adjusting the bed and frowning.] Ollie? Can you hear me?
[Whether or not he was able to hear her as she spoke, it was clear she wasn't going to get a verbal response from him. Oliver's body was convulsing hard. Against the mattress, his back arched and slammed down again, fingers and toes twisting and face grimacing as he felt himself without breath.]
[This is where the nurse in her came in handy and not freaking out. She did everything she could to stop it - doing those nursely things (forgive mun, it's late and she is kinda of the sick today) to help him breathe and calm him down. She was far more worried then scared]
[Sam is awake in a heartbeat, moving next to his brother's bed. Instantly, years of training kick in. He moves the younger man onto his side after checking to see if there's anything on his bed that might cause him to choke or otherwise hurt him. He next quickly places a pillow under his head. After that is done, he moves back. There's not much else he can do.]
[Oliver is even more thankful for Sam's quick action, since he remains conscious throughout the entire ordeal. It certainly looks like a seizure, but his eyes stay open and he stares into the darkness of the room. Unable to breathe, he knows he needs not to panic and just to let it pass, but it's difficult for him to do. His body stretches and muscles twist for a painful few moments before suddenly he goes slack. Sucking in quiet, heavy breaths he gasps and his shoulders shake.]
[She'd fallen asleep next to the bed in the chair, she just..hadn't wanted to leave him alright? And immediately once she heard the jerk, her eyes snapped open and she was right over there adjusting the bed and frowning.] Ollie? Can you hear me?
[Whether or not he was able to hear her as she spoke, it was clear she wasn't going to get a verbal response from him. Oliver's body was convulsing hard. Against the mattress, his back arched and slammed down again, fingers and toes twisting and face grimacing as he felt himself without breath.]
[Sam is awake in a heartbeat, moving next to his brother's bed. Instantly, years of training kick in. He moves the younger man onto his side after checking to see if there's anything on his bed that might cause him to choke or otherwise hurt him. He next quickly places a pillow under his head. After that is done, he moves back. There's not much else he can do.]
[Oliver is even more thankful for Sam's quick action, since he remains conscious throughout the entire ordeal. It certainly looks like a seizure, but his eyes stay open and he stares into the darkness of the room. Unable to breathe, he knows he needs not to panic and just to let it pass, but it's difficult for him to do. His body stretches and muscles twist for a painful few moments before suddenly he goes slack. Sucking in quiet, heavy breaths he gasps and his shoulders shake.]
[She'd fallen asleep next to the bed in the chair, she just..hadn't wanted to leave him alright? And immediately once she heard the jerk, her eyes snapped open and she was right over there adjusting the bed and frowning.] Ollie? Can you hear me?
[Whether or not he was able to hear her as she spoke, it was clear she wasn't going to get a verbal response from him. Oliver's body was convulsing hard. Against the mattress, his back arched and slammed down again, fingers and toes twisting and face grimacing as he felt himself without breath.]
[Sam is awake in a heartbeat, moving next to his brother's bed. Instantly, years of training kick in. He moves the younger man onto his side after checking to see if there's anything on his bed that might cause him to choke or otherwise hurt him. He next quickly places a pillow under his head. After that is done, he moves back. There's not much else he can do.]
[Oliver is even more thankful for Sam's quick action, since he remains conscious throughout the entire ordeal. It certainly looks like a seizure, but his eyes stay open and he stares into the darkness of the room. Unable to breathe, he knows he needs not to panic and just to let it pass, but it's difficult for him to do. His body stretches and muscles twist for a painful few moments before suddenly he goes slack. Sucking in quiet, heavy breaths he gasps and his shoulders shake.]
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You fucking scared me, Ollie. [His voice is quiet, and thick with the fear that never touched his face.] You're not allowed to die. Not you, too.
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You fucking scared me, Ollie. [His voice is quiet, and thick with the fear that never touched his face.] You're not allowed to die. Not you, too.
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